The alarm had already been sounded at the warehouses. Piotr had been ready for this. He’d expected it. He watched from outside his building as Paul raced across the scrubland like a frightened little kid.
Inside, Harjinder was rallying the troops as boss man had ordered. Though they’d spent much of their time here enjoying the fruits of their labour, Piotr had insisted on some level of preparedness, should the dead attack. Retribution from the disgruntled former occupants of the warehouses had been expected, as had the possibility of other survivors stumbling on their treasure trove by chance. And there had always been the very real possibility that the dead themselves would return in huge numbers, of their own volition.
It didn’t matter. Every one of those threats would be dealt with i
